Snowdonia it is
A magic kingdom
And it be
Where My house is ringed by mountains
It’s where Their snow tops smile at me
Expressions unfamiliar
Mysterious and bold
Far across the valley
Where stone city has took hold
Lots of unique creatures
Share this place with me
Those shaggy horned goats
Historic ghosts
from back in history
Who wear their ancient perfume
It’s potent and it’s old
Todays nose cannot cope with it
With its medieval hold
Ravens huge great flying beasties
Their murder mystery
The red kites forked tails
Truly raptors
They sensationally
Soaring searching silent
In one moment you can be
Transported to
The magic of this kingdom
Yes with me
Where
alliteration shines it does
It’s actually Everywhere
On up to the forests
Where tall trees meet
Fair and square
Where the wind creates the signage
Where otters mysteriously
On squirrels dine
Where the moon doth shine
And where Badgers secretly
Pass their precious time away
Their engineering prowess
Every single day
Wild tales so concocted
Snowdonia my friends
A truly primal constancy
Whose magic never ends.
ERYRI
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.